Oliver's POV

He hesitated outside of the door to the doctor's office. The man lived in a three story building. It was used for office space, apartments, and the occasional member of the CIA.

Alex had many times dragged Oliver up the steps and into the doctor's office. It happened especially after major incidents with flashbacks. That's when Oliver truly didn't want to see the doctor. For the other to know what a failure he was.

Despite his fears Morris Panov never judged him. The gentle omega listened to his concerns and smoothed them over. Those that he couldn't smooth over he talked to Oliver. Always trying to get to the root of the problem.

When he couldn't get to the root Panov calmed Oliver so that he didn't panic. Showed him how to keep his head.

Shaking his head from the thoughts and knocked on the door. There was the sound of shuffling feet on the other side. After a moment the door opened revealing a brown haired man with hazel eyes.

The hazel eyes held a gentleness in them. His scent was of lavender and coffee. An omega just like him.

Panov said with a small smile, "I was wondering if you were coming today. Come I didn't have anyone else scheduled for today."

Oliver shuffled forward inside his head bowed. He knew that he was unreliable in showing up for his appointments. Still he tried to come and go at convenient times for the doctor.

His eyes scanned the office taking in how it was still unchanged. There were different chairs scattered all throughout the room. Some were colorful. Others were dark. He understood why the doctor did it this way. It was just annoying to one who would just put his back in a corner.

Oliver took his usual spot in the far corner. Panov rolled his chair so that he sat a little in front of Oliver. It was sat so that he wasn't crowding Oliver but close enough to help if needed.

Panov asked his hazel eyes catching Oliver's blue ones, "How has your week been? From what I understood you are teaching some of the Starling City police force starting ?"

For a moment he hesitated then he replied his shoulders slumping, "My week was going well until today. I had a flashback today," his hands shook at the memory, "It was a bad one. If it wasn't for who was there it wouldn't have been so bad."

Panov cocked his head to the side as he said, "A flashback. It's been awhile since you had one. Do you want to talk about it? Or would you like to talk about who caused it?"

To be honest he didn't want to talk about either. There was little choice but to choose one. However if Panov was to understand one he had to understand the other. The only way for him to understand was to tell him both.

He hesitated once more before he said, "To understand one you have to know the other. My flashback was connected heavily to the one from Starling City."

"Your family?"

Panov knew that Webb wasn't his true family name. That he in fact did come from Starling City. The Webbs had adopted him when he was in his mid teens. Without them he wouldn't have known happiness. At least true happiness that he knew for the two short years.

He shook his head and replied with a faint blush, "No, he was a friend of the family before I left."

He had a small crush on the man when he was younger. Oliver tried to hide it by acting out and staying away from the man. Something he would never forget was the first time he felt the alpha's arms around him. They were simply trying to comfort Oliver.

The omega's father had been severely unkind that night. Robert Queen was not a nice man for a long time. Especially once Oliver had presented as an omega.

Robert had struck Oliver one night and in turn the omega ran away. It was hours later in the frozen snow that Quentin Lance found him freezing. Almost freezing to death as he didn't take any of his warm clothes with him.

Oliver could still feel the warmth of the other's arms. It was unique that no other alpha had. The scent of coffee and gunpowder was all over the man. It calmed him that night and comforted the hurt omega.

Quentin didn't take him back to Queen manor right away. Instead he took Oliver back to his apartment. He was allowed to sleep on the other's couch and even was given hot cocoa.

When his mother came for him the next morning, Quentin was reluctant to let him leave. There was a pained look as he left with his mother. There was little choice. Quentin didn't have any right over him and his mother didn't believe him. Didn't believe that his father could strike his own son.

It wouldn't be the last time that Robert would strike him. Or the last time that he ended up with Quentin. By the time he left Starling City he spent most nights at Quentin's.

The rest of the world thought he was dating Laurel Lance. In truth he never saw her that way. Even if she was an alpha instead of a beta he couldn't see her as anything more than a friend.

It hurt that he left without a word to the older man. He considered saying goodbye but knew that Quentin would try to talk him out of it. So he left in the middle of the night without a word. He wondered sometimes how long the man searched for him. How long before he gave up and realized that Oliver was gone?

He was startled from his reverie by a gentle hand cupping his cheek. His chin was raised so that he was looking in the older omega's hazel eyes.

It was only then that he heard the soft commands, "Easy there. Take deep breaths. In and out. Mirror my breathing. There we go."

Oliver had not gone into a panic attack but by the doctor's reaction. It was a near thing. He followed the gently given orders. When his breathing was slower and his mind less erratic Panov released him.

Panov stated gently as Oliver leaned back in his chair, "I don't think it would be a good idea for you to be alone right now. There is a lot going on in that head of yours and you are still struggling to keep Delta at bay. Stay here for the night. You don't have anymore classes and the students can look after themselves for one night."

If he was honest he would admit he felt relief. He truly shouldn't be alone that night. There was no telling what memories would resurface. With them unpleasant reactions usually followed.